“Gallant this is Odin. Repeat Gallant this is Odin. Took you fuckers long enough. Listen 7th Maki and Alice are currently heading towards the west end of the facility to recover and reactivate their vehicles. I’m going to need you to clear the area around the hangar for the-.”
"Odin? Odin! Come in!" McKnight barked through the comm as Trapp's voice popped into hearing range for a moment. He cursed, whatever was going on in there, Trapp had been cut off. He heard a few explosions on the west end of the facility and wheeled his machine around to face whatever was heading his way, his autocannon leveled behind his shield as he advanced on the door of a previously unseen underground hangar door. This was likely where they deployed ground based vehicles and MAS from. Most of the threat had been eliminated by this point- all of their larger machines and defenses had been destroyed or wiped out, leaving only infantry and light weapons for the remaining defenders, who were forced into pockets by the powerful MAS as the marine assault team continued their advance on the base.
The hangar doors burst open, and McKnight prepared to fire, but lowered his weapon as he saw the silhouettes of the Eagle and Hellcat exit the hangar. Standing down, he breathed out a relieved sigh- that was two of their missing pilots returned to them.
“This is...this is ALI-009. Odyssey Protocol successful. Captured friendlies have been released, and this unit has seized sensitive R&D files from Coalition servers.”
"Confirmed Alice, nice to have you back. You too Maki." McKnight called over the comm, finally allowing himself to relax, though there was fighting still going on, most of it was nonthreatening to the massive 40-foot tall machines or war- which was noted as the occasional rifle round merely bounced off the plating of their machines.
"Gallant, entering facilities to search for Odin," Gerard called out, as he began to move into the the hangar. McKnight reluctantly keyed his own comm, he understood Gerard's intentions, but it was the Marines' task to secure the pilots, they were supposed to recover the machines, as protocol dictated.
"Negative Guillotine, you and Echo have located the Hellcat and Eagle, hand them spare boosters and return to base. Williams, cover their exit."
As he spoke, his sensors blared red, a large heat signature popped up on his radar, coming from underneath what appeared to be a research dome at the north end of the base. The dome had been left relatively intact, with only a few awry shells having gone into it- it wasn't a military structure, despite being at a military base, and offered no resistance to their presence, therefore, until they retrieved their missing pilots, there was no reason to fire upon the dome. Until now.
"Belay that order, massive heat signature from the dome, sensors can't see through the walls. All units, level weapons and prepare to fire."
The dome slowly opened up to reveal a large machine- it was a MAS, far different than any Ferir model that the Coalition usually fielded. Where the Ferir was bulky and boxy, this machine was sleek, white, and thin, with similar build designs to his own Shrike. This thing was also responsible for generating so much heat. Besides the fact that starting up a MAS required a considerable amount of startup energy, his sensors detected a full 7 power cores spooling energy into this machine.
Leveling his weapon at the machine, McKnight began communication. The machine's comm frequency was unknown, so McKnight opened a channel on all frequencies, including external loudspeakers.
"Unidentified machine, identify yourself and state your intentions."
It was highly likely that this was a Coalition machine- similar to the white ace they had fought earlier, especially given the fact that it was in a Coalition base, but the machine had no recognizable code number, and none of the UEE combat libraries had information on this machine. As such, McKnight remained ready to let loose his remaining missiles as well as a long burst from his autocannon at a moment's notice.
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